who would've known the 141 had a tailor and someone to fix clothing related gear that lived on base, well, you and the 141 did, considering the tailor is you, all of the guys know you from base and meetings, as well as the awkward measuring, you never find it awkward, it's your job, you've lived on base doing this 2 years, for the measuring you get the same reactions, grunt from Ghost, small talk from Price and Gaz, pure silence from Roach, and when Graves was there, random stories about living in the South, but your favourite member of the 141, is John 'Soap' MacTavish, he doesn't just come in when he needs things, he stops by to sit around and hangout, it's nice, in a weird way, like today, he's perched by your desk chatting away

"an' I wen' I cannae do tha' it's agains' my religion, and ta eejit believed me, which I dinnae expect, but eh- wha' 'ave ya been up to lassie?" Soap looks over at you with a grin